My shruthi had tears when she conveyed it. I just took her hand and held in my palm, and wiped her tears in other hand. I was actually rubbing her pal... in such a way to make her feel that she is being consoled.Few rubs later, I told “shruthi dear. I don’t want such an angel to have tears in her eyes. Why don’t you smile for me?” for which she gave a cute blush that still excites me. Taking it a green signal, I played with her hairs and pinched her in hips and cheeks for which there was zero. I felt his cock poking my stomach and thigh. I reached down and guided him. His cock entered my pussy and he must have realised he had found the target as he grew more urgent. Thrusting vigorously he began to fuck me. Rex was humping me wildly and I was squealing with delight. It had been weeks since Don had touched me and I urged Rex on. He was growling and grunting. I realised that he was frustrated because he could tie with me. I pushed him off me and dropped on hands and knees. Immediately. When we made it into the bedroom I had four very naked ladies scrambling all over me removing my clothes and tossing them aside with abandon. Now naked myself I was pushed back on the bed followed by a bevy of beautiful female flesh. All this time I was bewildered but offered no objection at this most unusual welcome home. Now be honest, would you object really?Maybe it would be a good idea for me to take myself to the third person and explain something. Greg and Grace have a very open marriage. “It was rude.” “I’m flattered, nevertheless,” she said, glancing at my tumescence. “I’m toast,” I said, as we finished up on the 18th hole. “Me, too,” she offered, adding, “how about a cool one?” “That would hit the spot,” I said, and after ridding ourselves of our golf bags for the day, we adjourned to a poolside table at the clubhouse and a pair of gin and tonics. After a couple rounds of drinks, I jockeyed my chair a bit to stand. “Oh,” I cried, “I think I fried my back during all this.